Remembering Jeremy Brett. 3 November 1933 – 12 September 1995

“A light went out in many people’s lives when he died, for he was one of life’s true originals.”

Anna Massey.

Jeremy Brett left us this day, 27 years ago. After completing ten years of defining the greatest Sherlock Holmes there ever was or will be. For me he is the reason I write. And the reason I write Sherlock Holmes mysteries. A gentleman who was able to live his dreams and encourage everyone he touched to do the same. To me he was a true-hearted Englishman, who like Arthur Conan Doyle, also loved my country, America. His human ability to love was so enormous, it was unbounded.

“So, darling, always remember to believe in your ability to make your dreams come true. It is doubt that stops us from achieving our ambitions and aspirations. Never ever let doubt override the power that is within you to make your dreams come true.”

Jeremy’s joie de vivre was contagious and the gift that keeps on giving.

“Life on earth is meant to be well-lived and enjoyed at every possible moment.”

He didn’t mean, indulgently. He meant, creatively, joyously, the joy that comes from using our talent to reach out to others and fearlessly share the road of life. Yet, a little champagne to celebrate, never hurts. He honoured his Watson’s birthday by publicly serenading him at the top of his lungs, and this was not unusual, it was his way. He would have waltzed him around the restaurant, if he could. Jeremy could not hold back the joy that was bursting out of him. And he invites us to join him in the dance. It is one of many reasons why we love him.

“Bless your darling hearts. Much love, keep warm and dry and if you see him whisking around the corner – you know who, SH – then wave, because that’s all you’ll see of him. Bless his darling heart, isn’t he wonderful, streets ahead of us – still.” 1995.

Uncredited quotes from On The Wings of Paradise.

Award-Winning author, Gretchen Altabef, publishes with MX, Belanger Books, Mondadori, and Mystery Magazine These Scattered Houses, in Sherlock Holmes’ own voice, chronicles the conclusion of his ‘Great Hiatus’. In Remarkable Power of Stimulus, Holmes finds London awash in murders, anarchists threatening Paris, and the return of Irene Adler. Under surveillance by Moriarty’s henchmen, Holmes steps into Baker Street knowing he will find Watson’s friendship and unerring aim are as dependable as the British Rail. THE KEYS OF DEATH is a genesis story of the young occupants of No. 221B Baker Street.

Do you enjoy my stories? Are there ways they could have been improved? Please help me and future readers of my books by posting a review on Amazon. Doing so would be incredibly helpful. Thanks in advance, Gretchen.

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